And just like that there's 3 days left in Ottawa. One thing that has become glaringly obvious this week: I am terrible at packing. You would think as a person that tends to move every 4-8 months I would have learned how to efficiently and effectively sort, trash, and pack up things but the current state of my bedroom and to-do list longer than Ben Hur seems to state otherwise. I think the pudding-y proof is the fact that I'm writing this post to "take a break" from washing dishes which was to "take a break" from laundry which was to "take a break" from packing 3 hours ago. Six degrees of packing separation. Oh well, it will all get done... right?
On Friday, all the departing JETs from Ottawa are invited to a reception at the Ambassador of Japan's residence. I haven't met the ambassador but from what I have heard he is a straight. up. boss. For instance, in Japan every resident has a personal seal (like a stamp) called an inkan. This inkan can technically say whatever you want it to, usually some variation of a first or last name. The ambassador's inkan is a rubber stamp he created.. wait for it... OF HIS FACE. That's right, when he signs official documents he stamps it with HIS FACE. Oh what's that Mr. Prime Minister sir, you need me to sign this? Sure thing, here is MY FACE. Baller status unlocked.
Apart from that, this week is packing, sorting, hanging with all the lovely Ottawa folk whom I will miss greatly (until they all come and visit, hint) and just enjoying some final days of Ottawa summer. This place is pretty great when it's not -40 or +40, so like, 5 days of the year.